Fatal ➵ Peter Hale [COMPLETED]

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       Both Peter and Dea gave him a look that said what the fuck? "Wolf dens?"

       "Did you just accidentally insult my kind?" Dea asked, shaking her head. She went back to what she was doing.

       Stiles nodded, completely convinced, "Yeah, wolf dens.Where do you live?" He asked.

       Peter sarcastically said, "In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." However, Stiles didn't pick up on the sarcasm, and looked at him in shock.

       "Whoa, really?"

       "No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown."

       Dea lets out a small snort of laughter, finding Stiles' and Peter's conversation quite funny. Stiles was a man of fantasy but was also quite smart. He was normal and sometimes, normal could be quite refreshing when you're an Alpha werewolf working for an organisation like The Mercenaries.

       She missed the days where she was just a normal Beta werewolf. Those were good days, until that one night where everything changed. She shook her head, refusing to relive the memory and tried to busy herself by looking at the types of materials the building was built with. It was boring, but helped.

       Until she came across something.

       The bank vault walls were made of Hecatolite. It scattered the moonlight, meaning that Scott and Derek were in danger.

       "Hecatolite..." She muttered, her eyes going wide. She should've went down there with them. She looked at Peter and Stiles who were now looking at her, hearing that she had muttered something, "The walls, they're made of Hecatolite." She said, louder this time.

Stiles looked at both Peter's and Dea's faces that had a look of worry, "Is that awful? That sounds awful." He said, now becoming increasingly worried himself.

       Peter rushed towards Dea's side, looking at the blueprints and all, himself, and yelled at Stiles, "Get 'em on the phone. Call them. Now!"

       Stiles quickly grabbed his phone and approached them, a confused look on his face, "Okay, why?" He asked.

       Dea rolled her eyes, immediately becoming frustrated, "Just hurry up and get them on the phone." She growled, slamming her claws down onto the table.

       She wasn't exactly very patient, if you couldn't tell.

       Peter ignored her frustration and answered him, "'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott."

       Stiles, finally realising the danger, called Scott and waited until he finally answered the phone.

       "Stiles, now is not the best time." Scott said, sounding quite stressed.

       Stiles ignored him, "Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." He said in a rushed tone, hoping they'd see the danger in this and rush out of the bank.

       "What does that mean?" Scott asked, sensing that it wasn't going to be good.

       Dea huffed, becoming increasingly annoyed with the Beta, "What do you think it means? For a werewolf, you're not exactly the brightest pup, are you?" She slightly growled.